Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.